[PQ] building castles out of dirt

flora

Sunlight spills over the horizon in a slow, honeyed crawl, gilding the wet sand beneath Flora’s bare feet as she strolls up the beach. The tide licks lazily at the shore beside her, carrying the faint salt tang that has already woven itself into her hair and the gold hoops swinging from her ears. She’s flanked by Ronin and Remi, her pace as unhurried as the sea—though there’s a pointedness in the way she tilts her chin at them, mischief curling in the corner of her smile.

"I expect both of you back at my site first thing tomorrow," she says over the hush of the waves, her voice carrying that smooth, lilting warmth that makes even bossiness sound like an invitation. "Walls don’t raise themselves, and if you try and say you're too sore, I'll throw you both in jail." A glance over her shoulder softens the words—just enough that it’s unclear if she’s teasing or dead serious. "In seperate jail," she adds emphatically.

The house comes into view a moment later, buttercream and chipped blue against the soft rush of palm fronds. The smell of something spiced and sweet rides the wind toward them, curling into her lungs like an old memory, and she lifts a hand before she’s even close enough to speak. "Theea!" Flora’s call rings bright over the sand, sunlight catching in the tangle of her blonde curls as she waves, her whole face breaking into a beam.

We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!